More songs by John Prine

This file is part of a collection that (moreso than the rest of the site) are not meant to be detailed or accurate transcriptions of the original recordings. They're just some simple chord charts that I made for my own use, some of them my own arrangements.
- T-rev

EGG & DAUGHTER NITE, LINCOLN NEBRASKA, 1967 (CRAZY BONE) by John Prine
From his 2018 album The Tree Of Forgiveness
Written by John Prine and Pat Mclaughlin
Transcribed by T-rev www.t-rev.net
Capo 3

       C                                C
If you like your apples sweet, and your streets are not concrete
          C                         G     /A /Bb /B
You'll be in your bed by nine every night
          G                                G
Take your hand-spanked corn-fed gal & your best friend's four-eyed pal
     G                                      C
To a treat right down the street that's dynamite
             C                               C
Now let your conscience be your guide if you put your foot inside
    C                               F
You wish you left your well-enough alone
     F                            C       /B /Bb A7
When you got hell to pay, put the truth on lay-a-way
    D               G          C
And blame it on that old crazy bone

    CHORUS:
          F                        C
    Crazy bone (crazy bone), crazy bone (crazy bone)
             D                                 G    /A /Bb /B
    Well you wish you'd left your well-enough alone
         F                            C       /B /Bb A7
    When you got hell to pay, put the truth on lay-a-way
        D               G          C
    And blame it on that old crazy bone

Don't be stuck up in Alaska when you should be in Nebraska
On a Thursday when it's Egg & Daughter Nite
When the farmers come to town and they spread them eggs around
And they drop their daughters down at the roller rink
Well yer probably standing there with your slicked-back Brylcreem hair
Your Lucky's and your daddy's fine-tooth comb
If they knew what you were thinkin' they'd run you out of Lincoln
Just blame it on that old crazy bone

    REPEAT CHORUS

When the grandkids all are grown and they put you in a home
And eternity is approaching fast
Yeah you're half out of your head and you probably pissed the bed
And you can't see a thing to save your ass
And far across the prairie at the local cemetery
They already got your name carved out in stone
When all them nurses say grampa why you walk that way
Just blame it on that old crazy bone

    CHORUS

Transcribed 2020-06-06 by T-rev
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